http://slow.writerscafe.org/tmelvin64 The original writings of author Mystery Wanderer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046037 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am not me.  I 'm not the person who I used to be. I'm not who I know the best.  It's simple, I am not me. If you ever met me, you would think that I am different.  It's true. Me and I aren't the same, they never will be, again.  As for I am who I am because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1902056/ Save me. Not from others, or the everyday threats of life; but fromme. Save me from the monsters. You may not see them, but it just takes a hug.That hug suffocates them, stops them from stealing mybreath; giving me a chance to breathe. Save me. Not from cancer, Just s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1843959/ To the girl who brokemy heart.Thank you, for the time we spent together was truly one of akind. But at the same time, I hate you. Thanks for ripping out my heart andbreaking it into pieces which have been impossible to put back together;because you are the missing piece. Its been almost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1840644/ I gave you my heart you left it in pieces.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1835652/ I’m trapped in a room,With WallsOfWhite.Or so they seem, I’ve been trappedfrom the outside world so long; everything seems to be the same colors;WhiteBlack Grey. I’m trapped in a routine,Wake up,Drag myself through the day,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1653465/ You gave me light, when I only saw darknessYou showed me life, when I only felt death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1597035/ She is the mountain I’ve been trying to overcome,Some days I can taste the thin air that lingers around thepeak,Others, all I can taste is the dirt beneath.I’ve been using people’s hearts as pick axes to assist withmy journey,In the end, I end up breaking th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1597034/ Looking into her eyes is like looking into space, full of beauty yet mysterious. Seeing her smile is like seeing the sunrise for the first time, you feel overwhelmed with joy and cannot help but smile.  Perfection exits, it just takes time to realize its there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1554559/ I met this girl,My friends ask me “Does she have nice tits and a*s?”I don’t respond, when inside,Inside I’m saying Beauty isn’t defined by such assets; personally my eyes havenever veered from hers and her smile. I spend the time fascinated by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1553234/ People say I miss you, I’ve always responded with “I miss metoo,”They think it’s a joke, it’s not.People don’t understand that when I say I miss me, it’s notto be cocky, it’s simple. I miss who I use to be , I miss who I was before myfirs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1549797/ I’m a broken person begging to be repaired by someone. It’s as if my life has fallen apart and all the pieces arescattered across the world in the deepest, darkest of places that I will neverreveal. I’m begging, beggingfor someone’s help in hopes of sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1549716/ The feeling to exist is craved by others, not just myself. Why is it that only a particular amount of us feel as if we don’t exist, that everywhere we go no on notices us, not even old childhood friends. It’s as if the only way to get people to notice us is to commit the most c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1548528/ I know the feeling, the feeling of losing everything you’ve ever known and having to restart.I know the feeling, the feeling of being lost and not having anything left. I know the feeling, the feeling of being useless and worthless to all others around.I know the feeling, the feeling of not wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1548525/ I’m sitting here, Staring. My eyes wander around the room inconfusion, Why am I here?No one is giving me answers, No one iscaring.What are they doing? I feel something nearmy ear My vision fades to black, my vision has dissipated.What is that loud, agitating .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1528698/ Because in the end, no one else matters but yourself.  You are the one in the drivers seat controlling where you go. People will tell you how to drive,  but you are the one at the wheel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1450500/ As the sunsets over the horizon, the most mesmerizing entitycomes alive. With such grace and beauty it floods the area with ease. When thisentity comes out from hiding, it hides all the physical flaws of modern societyand makes you experience the ratifying beauty that is silence. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tmelvin64/1449086/